There you are standing before me

With your head held higher than the ceiling

For you are always smiling at the things that didn't seem to matter

"Take the time to notice what I am smiling about, sweets" he says with his eyes rather than his voice. "Okay" I thought to myself and there it was…

Dancing to and fro

The moments I enjoy are not very large

Moments like enjoying the moments pass by like watching the moon in a moving car

The smell of food being made by our mothers

Oh how easy it is to be upset so quickly these days but the small things, the simple things make life worth living, doll.

Know the things we create are works of art the memories you create big or small are worth far more than the possessions you own.

Nobody remembers the objects you owned but the simple fact of how you once made them feel

A dollar bill cannot patch up a wound.